10. The Wood-Swallows -

Sunrise

The lightning-stricken giant gum
Stands leafless, dead — a giant still
But heedless of this sunrise-thrill:
What stir is this where all was dumb? —
What seem like old dead leaves break swift,
And lo, a hundred wings uplift
A cloud of birds that to and fro
Dart joyous midst the sunrise-glow.
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